I was surprised at how much emotion affected the energy of my thyroid. The throat chakra is about communication which is also the area of the thyroid. Knowing this and sensing this turned out to be two very different things.
I deactivated my Facebook account last week. I thought I would struggle. I haven’t. Instead of feeling disconnected I feel blessed, a blessing that has always been within my grasp. This has been a revelation of sorts. It was easy. It was free, and it was mine to take.
I was always under the impression that if you were living your life’s purpose there would be a certain flow, a continuity to life. Perhaps I was naive. Perhaps I was too hopeful.
"I feel sorry for your husband," said my client. "You're strong!" A smile spread across my face and we both laughed. I miss this part, building relationships, connecting in this quiet space, but I don't miss my massage practice. I closed that over a year ago. My license expires at the end of the year … Continue reading Why I Quit Doing Massage
I am quickly remembering who I am. I didn't think I needed that, but maybe I do. I am remembering through my senses, vibration and energy. Public transit is harsh that way: homelessness, mental illness, business suits and brief cases. You see it all from the window. Some of it comes within feet. That's the … Continue reading A Lesson On Grounding
Who were you before they broke your heart? I think it's safe to say I've done thousands of body work treatments in the past twelve years. In that time I've gotten many lessons on human nature. One of those lessons is about how people sometimes attach themselves to a story. The story always has one … Continue reading Who Are You?
I was nearly thirty-five when I went to massage school. I had been a credit union employee for several years at that point. My roots were in North Dakota. I was raised on the family farm in the heart of cattle country. Self-care wasn't exactly taught. Sit down and rest for a few minutes was … Continue reading Donuts and Green Juice
I place my hands on the body, close my eyes and wait. I wait for the body's response to my touch. Sometimes that comes fast. Sometimes there is no response. That is also helpful.
A skeleton lingered as she took a step forward. It wasn't eager to separate. Nothing happened for a few moments. I watched, feeling impatient.